Layla walked out of his bedroom ten minutes later, looking almost invisible in his clothes. Sam laughed and walked over to her, rolling up the legs of the pants and rolling the sleeves of the sweatshirt as well.
"You might not get these clothes back. They smell so good and they're so comfortable." Layla commented.
Sam nearly stumbled as he headed for the oven. He felt his bonding scent roll off of him at her words. 'She loves the way we smell…' he thought. His wolf was very pleased. He pulled the food from the oven.
"You can keep anything of mine that you want." Sam said, honesty lacing his voice.
Layla blushed softly. Sam decided right then and there that, while he wasn't sure what he'd done to deserve such an amazing Imprint, he was so glad fate smiled on him.
He grabbed the bag and a couple of forks and joined Layla at the table. He opened three containers and smiled at the amount of pasta and sides he picked.
"Dig in." Sam said.
Layla's stomach growled as she picked a bite from the first container and took a bite. The sound of pleasure that came from Layla when she tasted the food nearly made Sam come undone right at the table. He hoped one day he could make Layla make that sound. They ate in relative silence, except when Layla tried something that she found delicious and demanded Sam try it while holding a bite out to him.
"I'm sure glad neither of us has any diseases. With the amount of times we've shared utensils one of us would bound to be sick by now." Layla giggled.
"So I don't have cooties?" Sam teased.
"You do now. Girl cooties." Layla informed him.
"Well that's okay. I like your cooties." Sam said.
"Weirdo." Layla said, blushing softly.
Jake came back to the house with an exhausted looking Seth. Jake nudged Seth.
"I'm sorry I ate all your breakfast." Seth said. "I didn't know you hadn't eaten and I should have asked."
"What? Oh, no. No, no, no. Don't ever apologize over food. You were hungry. I'm never gonna deny anyone food if they're hungry. Don't apologize, okay? You're completely fine. No anger, no hard feelings. I promise." Layla said.
Seth picked Layla up and hugged her, relief washing over him. He honestly never would have eaten one bite had he known.
"I never meant any disrespect against you or Sam." Seth said.
"Why would it disrespect Sam?" Layla asked when Seth set her down.
"Oh, he just meant that… that.. Sam has driven it into us manners and everything." Jake said quickly.
"She forgave me." Seth said happily.
"You're still doing patrol every weekend for the next month." Jake said.
Sam nodded. 'So that must be why Jake ran off.' Sam thought. He picked a good Beta in Jake for him to take care of the situation without argument. Seth sighed and shrugged before hugging Layla again and leaving. Layla pulled the chair out and ushered Jake to finish what was leftover.
"Eat. And don't ever fuss at anyone for eating. Or I'll take your ankles out." Layla said.
"You're lucky Sam is here. I could easily pick you up and put you back in the mud." Jake said, grinning.
"I'd tell Leah on you!" Layla pouted.
"You'd really do that… she'd freeze me out!" Jake whined.
"It would serve you right for being a big buttface." Layla said. .
Sam smiled, loving how well his Imprint was getting along with his pack, and the compassion and love she showed Seth.
"Buttface?" Jake asked. "What are you… like 3?"
"Yeah well next time I'll just hide under Emmett's bed so you can't find me." Layla said, sticking her tongue out.
Sam frowned and looked questionably over at Jake who brushed him off, letting him know it wasn't anything to worry about. Jake turned to look at Layla.
"That means he'll go in there and won't know you're under his bed… what if he starts, like, letting it rip? Or gets naked and decides to get down? Ewww, Layla!" Jake said, laughing.
Layla's jaw dropped.
"Why are you thinking of Emmett's weiner, Jake?!" Layla shouted. "You're so gross!"
Sam laughed hard and pulled Layla to him, this feeling so natural and so normal.
"She won, man. Time to give it up and admit defeat." Sam said.
Jake chuckled and held his hands up, admitting defeat for the time being. Layla jumped and clapped excitedly. A knock on the glass door made Layla stop and look.
"Movie is starting in a couple of minutes. Bring some blankets and pillows… but by all means, keep jumping. That was nice." Paul said, grinning. Layla blushed and hid her face in her hands. Sam wanted to rip his third in commands eyes out and make him forget what he saw, but he settled for standing and shielding Layla with his body, pulling her to hide against his chest. She groaned in embarrassment but chuckled just the same.
"You're a buttface, too!" Layla called out.
…
Layla had never laughed as hard in her entire life as she had watching Monty Python and The Holy Grail. Her laughter was infectious, making Sam crack up. Most of the pack had never seen their Alpha so happy and carefree and laughing as hard as he was and it made them grin and laugh, too. At one point, Layla was laughing so hard she fell over, landing on Paul and knocking his head with hers and busting his nose. Sam and Jake scrambled for the duo, afraid Paul would shift and attack Layla. Before Layla could finish an apology to him, Jake grabbed her by the waist and pulled hard, pushing her behind him, ready to take her and run if needed. Sam nearly shifted in the anticipation of his Imprint being attacked by the most hot headed member of his pack. This, understandably, freaked Layla out as she thought she had really injured him. She tried to get past Jake to check on him, but Jake bodily blocked her every move.
"Don't even thinking of going after her, Paul. You'll have the entire pack on you." Sam growled.
Paul looked almost offended as he pulled his shirt off to mop up the blood. When he didn't move beyond that, Sam frowned.
"You're… you're not even mad…" Sam said slowly.
"Should I? It was an accident. Besides, she's too beautiful to be mad at." Paul said.
"When Bella slapped you, you shifted. You just took a harder hit to the nose." Sam said.
"I'm not going to shift. You better focus your attention to someone more important. She looks close to crying." Paul said. "Layla, you okay princess?"
"Did I hurt you?" Layla asked, peeking through Jake's legs at Paul.
"No, princess. I got worse from myself this morning when I tripped over my clothes. Are you okay though?" Paul asked.
"I'm okay." Layla said.
Sam growled in warning before moving away, turning to look for Layla, seeing her crawling backward in an attempt to get around Jake. Sam raised an eyebrow and watched as she backed up into Leah. Layla looked up and smiled sweetly."You're really pretty. I totally see why Jake is all about you. From this angle… sublime. Nice rack, you know, legs up to the sky. So hot." Layla said sweetly.
Leah couldn't hold onto her tough act and broke out in laughter. Layla smiled brightly and stood up, dusting herself off. Jake walked over to Leah and Layla.
"You hitting on my female, shorty?" Jake asked, grinning. "Although, the rack am I right?"
"Yes and yes." Layla giggled. "I got some smooth pick up lines and everything. Guaranteed to work every single time."
"How many people have they worked on?" Jake asked.
"In whole numbers…zero. Theoretically…panties hit the wall." Layla said, sounding incredibly serious.
"Okay bet. I bet you my pickup line can beat yours. Try and refute it if you can." Jake said.
"Deal! If I can kill your pickup line...you have to do what I say for a week. If you can wreck my pick up line, I'll do what you want for a week." Layla said, holding out her hand. "Best 2 out of 3 wins."
"Deal." Jake said, shaking Layla's hand. "I'll go first. Did you hurt yourself when you fell out of heaven, angel?" he asked, giving Layla his version of the smolder.
"No… but I did scrape my knee crawling out of hell." Layla said, rolling her eyes back in her head before giggling. "My turn! I'm not wearing any socks… and I'm wearing the panties to match." she said with a wink.
Jake thought on his to wreck her line but came up empty. He growled playfully and conceded the first round to Layla. Sam had came up to stand beside of Layla, smirking. His Imprint never ceased to amaze him.
"Okay, if you're gonna play that way… is that a mirror in your pocket? Cause I can see myself in your pants." Jake said.
"You wear women's pants? Is that indicative of something? Should I be taking Leah shopping for an electric toothbrush?" Layla asked, grinning.
"Oh, shit!" Jared said, laughing. "Burn!"
Jake's mouth opened to argue but Layla held her hand up to silence him.
""That shirt is very becoming on you… but then again, if I were on you, I'd be coming too." Layla said.
"Goddammit." Jake said, grinning. "I like that one."
"Why don't you make it a real challenge for Layla? She smoked Jake. But put her against the biggest flirt this rez had ever seen. " Leah said. "Sorry, babe. But I think that Paul would be a real challenge."
"Hell yeah challenge accepted!" Paul called out, jogging over.
"Now it's going to get interesting." Jared said.
Paul sauntered up to Layla, trying to use his height to intimidate her.
"I may not go down in history… But I'll go down on you." Paul said.
Layla closed the distance and looked up at Paul, biting her lip.
"Have you ever kissed a rabbit between the ears?" Layla asked before pulling her pockets out of the sweatpants. "Would you like to?"
Paul smirked and nodded. "I lost my virginity. Can I have yours?" he said.
"Fuck me if I'm wrong, but isn't your name Matt?" Layla said.
"Your breasts remind me of Mount Rushmore...my face should be among them." Paul said.
"Do you come here often? Or do you wait until you get home?" Layla said.
Paul smirked, trying to hold back a laugh. She was a female version of himself and he loved it.
"Is the bet still on? Did I inherit the original terms?" Paul asked.
"Yup!" Layla said.
"Okay… if your left leg was Christmas and your right leg was Easter, would you let me come got dinner between the holidays?" Paul said, licking his lips.
Layla snorted and broke down laughing. That was a new one, even for her. She got too tickled to reply and Paul smiled happily.
"Ha! I win!" Paul said triumphantly. "I get myself a short munchkin to do whatever I want for a whole seven days…"
"Nothing sexual." Sam growled.
"Calm down, man. Nah, I'm thinking someone to clean my bedroom, massage my feet, be my buffer when my mother and grandmother come to visit in a couple of weeks…" Paul said. "I get seven days of my choosing. All your weekends belong to me, little girl. I'd like to get started. My mom will bitch at me if my room is a mess."
"Can I rearrange your room?" Layla asked.
"Whatever you wanna do, princess. As long as my mom doesn't know how messy and nasty I really am." Paul chuckled.
"I'll get a start on it. But I have to be home by ten." Layla said.
"If Sam isn't here to get you by ten til then I'll drop you off." Paul said.
"I can't ask Sam to chauffeur me around." Layla frowned.
"You don't have to ask. I like driving you home. I'll be outside by 15 to ten." Sam jumped in.
Layla smiled softly and thanked Sam before following Paul to his house. She met his father and Paul led her to his bedroom.
"Have at it, princess." Paul said, chuckling.
Layla groaned loudly but chuckled, getting started on all the clothes and empty water bottles and junk everywhere.
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okay so with all the amazing awesome reviews i got i was going to post am update yesterday after work. Except my power has been off until about 5 our so minutes ago. It's cold as balls here can Sam come warm me up?
This is one of my favorite chapters by the way. I think I'm gonna have Paul as a drama plot line but don't worry he's a good guy in this.
Did i meeting how much i LOVED the reviews? Because omg yes! Leave more? happy thanksgiving!